There is a certain kind of slow, lilting swagger that is common among the migrating elephants of the Botswana veld and waiters at LRC. I am left with my sticky chocolate-drenched brownie and ice cream without a serviette... it stares at me and I know I dare not take a bite without the security blanket. I want revenge, but all I have is an unrequited chocolate love and a cappuccino. A very good cappuccino.
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